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daughter of the rain and snow

nevver:

15 Constellations Every Man Should Know (and how to find them)

Posted 12 hours ago with 8,834 notes
nevver / wearestillpioneers

hartbigcanon:

I don’t wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your neck” 

Posted 1 day ago with 87,264 notes
hartbigcanon / keirakatt
# music

Italy + Water  x

Posted 3 days ago with 45,878 notes
inthecoldlightofmorning / lucette

アイネクライネ

Posted 1 week ago with 19,471 notes
nina-rd / machineguncats
"

GOOGLE SEARCH:
Painless ways to kill yourself.

i. There is no painless way to kill yourself, someone, somewhere, will feel the pain.

ii. The internet says, “sleeping pills, you will fall asleep and never wake up! You won’t feel a thing!” When that is a lie, your stomach will turn to fire and your throat will fill with the taste of your own stomach acid. You will drown in your own spit. That isn’t even the worst party, it’s when your mother comes home from work. She will walk through the door, and call out your name. She will call and call and there will be no response, maybe you’re in the shower? Maybe you’re asleep? She will walk up the stairs, knock on your door to receive no answer. When she walks in she will see the lifeless body of her baby girl, lying on the floor. Her heart will stop but she will run to you with shaky knees, touching your face that is now still and cold. Her body will be on fire, and her throat will begin to tighten, the sharp pains in her chest will feel like knives in the heart. That image will kill her more than her own death, it will haunt her living years each night. She will no longer be alive, but just as dead as you are now.

iii. Years ago, your father showed you the gun safe he kept in the house in case of emergencies, you knew the pass code, you knew how to shoot and loud, at least you had an idea. They say a bullet to the brain will do the job.. So one night, when your father is fast asleep, you will be down the hallway staring down the mouth of a gun.
One, two, three..
Your father’s heart will jump and his body will follow, the first thing he thinks of is you. He will scream your name and run down the hallway and bang on your door. It’s locked. His knees begin to feel weak as he bruises his body trying to knock down the door, the first sight he see’s in blood splattered on the wall. At that moment his breath began to stop, and his eyes wandered to yours. Still open, but no more life inside your shell. He will drop to his hands and knees and scream why, why, why. There will never be a day he won’t hate himself, for keeping a gun in the house, for not making you happy, for not knowing. He will live a life without a son, live a life with an empty space. Live a life of hurt, and hatred for himself.

iv. You may think that when you’re dead and gone you will not be hurting anyone. You may think when you slide a blade across your wrist, you’re only hurting yourself. Yet I have learned that is not true, it’s not. The person who will find your body, the one who see’s the cuts, their chest will feel tight and they will feel like it was their fault for letting it get this far. The only mark you will be leaving on them is pain, hurt, and the question why? So please note this, there is pain in every suicide attempt, every death, every cut. You are not only hurting your life, but others too. Because you are cared for.

"

i.c. // “There is always pain in death, maybe not felt by the one dying, but felt by the lovers of the deceased.” (via delicatepoetry)

I really needed this.

(via giive-me-a-reason)

I’m crying so much. Oh my god.

(via sad-rad-and-fab)

Stay alive for me

(via qoldchains)

Posted 1 week ago with 42,614 notes
delicatepoetry / keirakatt

datvikingtho:

hip-pogriff:

ollivander:

circletines:

a harry potter au where potions is taught by gordon ramsay

"YOUR DRAUGHT OF LIVING DEATH COULDN’T KILL A FRUIT FLY"

"YOU PUT SO MUCH GINGER IN THAT POTION IT TASTES LIKE A WEASLEY"

it tastes like a weasley

Posted 1 week ago with 432,551 notes
stephenhawqueen / keirakatt
"If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I bet they’d live a lot differently. When you look into infinity, you realize there are more important things than what people do all day."
—Calvin and Hobbes (via suspend)
Posted 1 week ago with 316,900 notes
hurtlamb / keirakatt
"How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?"
"14 Lines from Love Letters or Suicide Notes" by David ‘Doc’ Luben (via splitterherzen)
Posted 1 week ago with 49,400 notes
bruisedkneesclub / mayslove

prospect-euphoria:

sandflake:

I dearly wish that people would view their bodies as they view flowers…

Veins everywhere?

image

gorgeous~

Skin patches? Birthmarks?

image

hella rad~

Scars? Stretch marks?

image

beautiful~

Freckles? Moles? Acne scars?

image

heckie yeah~

Large? Curvy?

image

lovely~

Small? Thin?

image

charming~

Missing a few pieces?

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handsome as ever~

Feel like you just look weird?

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you’re fantastic looking~

THIS is the best post ever. 

Posted 1 week ago with 601,945 notes
sandflake / lola-and-beez
Posted 2 weeks ago with 18,163 notes
mockingjaysource / literarynerd
# nice
"Write because you want to communicate with yourself. Write because you want to communicate with someone else. Write because life is weird and tragic and amazing. Write because talking is difficult. Write because it polishes the heart. Write because you can. Write because you can’t. Write because there is a blackbird outside of my window right now and oh my god isn’t that the best start to the day? Write because you’re trying to figure yourself out. Write because you might not ever figure yourself out. Write because there still aren’t enough love poems in the world."
—Dalton Day, interviewed for Banango Street (via bostonpoetryslam)
Posted 2 weeks ago with 3,219 notes
bostonpoetryslam / keirakatt
"A man wants to earn money in order to be happy, and his whole effort and the best of a life are devoted to the earning of that money. Happiness is forgotten; the means are taken for the end"
Albert CamusThe Myth of Sisyphus (via makethemdream)
Posted 2 weeks ago with 463 notes
whyallcaps / booklover

2yrs:

take a chill pill, your honor

Posted 2 weeks ago with 427,273 notes
mermeme / octxciv
# heh

"You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself."

"You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself."

Posted 2 weeks ago with 108,365 notes
vintagegal / lola-and-beez

sedirktive:

when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.

Posted 2 weeks ago with 134,376 notes
sedirktive / keirakatt